A couple weeks ago I went on a ski vacation with my family. We went with David's family and all stayed in the same condo. David and I never said a word to each other the entire time. People think that's funny but I don't know what we would even talk about.
I had to share a bunk bed with my sister, Claire. I think I handled it pretty well, for a while. She makes loud noises in her sleep. After about the fifth day, I flipped out because there wasn't a single place in the whole house where I could be alone. It was a small condo with a lot of people in it. After that, Claire slept on the couch.
Everyone except me went skiing. I usually go, but I wasn't feeling it this time. I slept a lot on this vacation. This was probably my least favorite trip. I don't really know why, I just didn't like it.
I think the best part was visiting the Natural History Museum. I did a post about it here.
After the museum, we wanted to get Starbucks. The only one we could find was inside a huge store called Scheel's. It turned out to be quite an adventure. There was a ginormous ferris wheel (which I rode with Katie) and a huge fish tank and a bazillion taxidermy animals -- I loved that. There was also a huge gun section which my brother appreciated. They had these replicas of Lord of the Rings weapons that were awesome, but at the same time made me feel uncomfortable.
We also went to a Planetarium. It was ok, I guess. There was a lot going on in there and it was loud.
At the airport on the way home, I got really bad intestinal cramps and I felt disgusting. I felt like I was on the verge of having a panic attack. A nice airport lady gave me some medicine, which helped. I listened to music on my mom's iphone with my headphones and she rubbed my back and my arm the entire way home.
My mom told me that I don't have to go on ski vacations with my family anymore since I'll be 18. I don't know how I feel about that, because I don't want to go, but I also don't want to be left alone for a week.